In a gross abuse of power -- permitted by a GOP that continues to allow our country to slide toward authoritarian rule unchecked -- Donald "L'Etat, c'est moi" Trump declared a fake emergency to amass US tax dollars to pay for a racist monument dedicated to eroding American values.

This blunder is certainly a crowning glory for the stooge who would be king -- and that calls to mind Emmett Lee Dickinson's poem "This Blunder is incredible" (below on the left). Dickinson's poem inspired third cousin Emily to pen her poem "The Blunder is in estimate" (below on the right).

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

This Blunder is incredible“Emergency” is hereHe says, as of our Nation –Meanwhile he is hot air

He goes on with his Ramble –Divides a land that’s free –No End his Lie that so persistsWith this “Emergency”!

By Emily Dickinson:

The Blunder is in estimate.Eternity is thereWe say, as of a Station --Meanwhile he is so near

He joins me in my Ramble --Divides abode with me --No Friend have I that so persistsAs this Eternity.

For more comments and poetry on Trump's fake national emergency, click HERE.

The Charlatan-in-Chief conned and colluded his way into the White House, and his number one ruse: What are we going to build? A wall (with a great, big, beautiful door). And who's going to pay for it? Mexico!

The MAGA idiots fell for this con like flies on a pile of orange dog crap.

Now the Fraud-in-Chief, who couldn't even close a deal with Monty Hall, has declared a National Emergency.

What. A. Load. Of. Crap.

I cannot believe the our tax dollars are now set to pay for the vanity project of a moron. What a COLOSSAL waste of money.

The entire scam calls to mind Emmett Lee Dickinson's poem "Conjecturing a Crisis" (below on the left). Dickinson's poem inspired third cousin Emily to pen her poem "Conjecturing a Climate" (below on the right).

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

Conjecturing a CrisisFor unsuspecting Fools –Adds urgency to Why We –Are Shivering from this move

Trump caved. He shut down the government for 35 days -- caused chaos with our government and turmoil with 800,000-plus government workers (and countless others in their communities) -- and then agreed to re-open the government. For what? Nothing more than an attempt to impress right-wing opportunists Rush Limbaugh and Ann Coulter.

So now he's agreed to re-open the government for THREE weeks. If no "deal" is reached (and of course, he continues to tweet incessantly about the wall), he'll shut the government down again and (maybe) declare a "national emergency." Yeah, right. A national emergency that 27% of the country supports.

I loved the irony that Trump "caved." The term inspired me to pen two haikus:​

​Trump finds out the truth:It's easy to circumventA wall with a cave.

A new year's begun.Trump has earned a new title:Spelunker-in-Chief.

​It is highly likely, though, that Trump's wish will come true. A wall is coming. It just might be a prison wall for him:

He said he'd be proud to shutdown the government, but he really didn't know what that would mean. He had no concept of the impact a shutdown would have on American citizens. Instead, he just thought he could use hundreds of thousands of government workers as pawns in his effort to extort five billion in American tax dollars to fund a ridiculous and unnecessary border wall which he promised that Mexico would pay for.

The press has been unrelenting lately in calling him and his press secretary out on their lies. For example, Trump and Huckabee continue to toss out the number 4000 when they attempt to frighten the public about terrorists attempting to enter the country -- but only SIX were detained at the southern border.

Now tonight Trump is going to speak to the nation about his false crisis at the border -- and we obtained an exclusive transcript of his speech:​

That's it: "Emergency! Everybody to get from street." That's all he's got.

There really is no respite from Trump's ignorance -- and that called to mind Emmett Lee Dickinson's poem "Why should we worry -- why indeed" (below on the left). Dickinson's poem inspired third cousin Emily to pen her poem "Why should we hurry -- why indeed?" (below on the right).

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

Why should we worry – why indeedWhen every day he liesHe is detested equallyBy all humanityNo respite from his ignoranceThat seems to know no endWith no respect for lawAnd blind conformityBesets the clanFor this con man –

By Emily Dickinson:

Why should we hurry – why indeed?When every way we flyWe are molested equallyBy immortality.No respite from the inferenceThat this which is begun,Though where its labors lieA bland uncertaintyBesets the sightThis mighty night –

Emmett Lee Dickinson's poem "On this wondrous page" (below on the left) was one of the inspirations for the "Where's Waldo" series of books. Dickinson's poem inspired his third cousin Emily Dickinson to pen her poem "On this wondrous sea" (below on the right).​

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

On this wondrous pageStrolling silently,Ho! Waldo, ho!Knowest thou the bookWhere all readers look –Till the search is o'er?

In your peaceful jauntMany the souls that haunt –The pace is fast –Thither I search for thee –Man Ho! Remarkably!You’re found at last!​

By Emily Dickinson:

On this wondrous seaSailing silently,Ho! Pilot, ho!Knowest thou the shoreWhere no breakers roar –Where the storm is o'er?

In the peaceful westMany the sails at rest –The anchors fast –Thither I pilot thee –Land Ho! Eternity!Ashore at last!​

Now, the story of the Trump Shutdown of our government -- and his ridiculous quest for money for a border wall -- is the subject in a new series of books called "Where's Wall Dough?"

Every now and then a poem by Emmett Lee Dickinson (Emily Dickinson’s third cousin, twice removed – at her request) re-surfaces because people realize that the lines are the very ones that inspired the Beatles to compose lyrics for one of their hits. Information on the connection between the Beatles and Emmett Lee Dickinson is HERE.It has happened again – a Dickinson poem related to a song by the Beatles has re-surfaced. This time, though, the interest is not related to the lyrics of the Beatles. Instead, the lines seem to reflect what is going with the Trump-shutdown of our government.“I am proud to shut down the government,” said Trump. “I will take the mantle of shutting down…I will not blame the Democrats,” he told Chuck Schumer and Nancy Pelosi.Now Trump is flip-flopping like a dying fish on a pier – all because he’s the “Wall Nut,” just like the creature mentioned in the lines by Emmett Lee Dickinson (below on the left). ​

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

I am he as he is me and him and heAre we are all togetherSee how I run for pig on a bunSee how I flyI'm whining

In the late 1880s, Emmett Lee Dickinson (Emily Dickinson’s third cousin, twice removed – at her request), wrote poems about Fredreich Drümpf, a distant relative of Donald Trump’s who was running for governor of Ohio. One of Drümpf’s campaign promises was to build a wall around Cleveland, the first city in the world to be fully lit by electricity. Drümpf saw electricity as “the devil’s work.” Recently we wrote about Dickinson’s views on Drümpf HERE.Now, well over 100 years later, Donald Trump is barking about his own personal shrine, a wall on the US-Mexico border. His vitriol reminded us of Emmett Lee Dickinson’s now-classic poem, “The way Trump builds his wall” (below on the left). Dickinson’s poem inspired third cousin Emily to pen her poem “The way Hope builds his house” (below on the right).​

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

The way Trump builds his WallIt is with bigotry –And Vision – that is in your FaceWith only Toxicity –

The Door will be supremeAnd superficialAs if it were a House of CardsAnd hollow of Morals –

By Emily Dickinson:

The way Hope builds his HouseIt is not with a sill –Nor Rafter – has that EdificeBut only Pinnacle –

Abode in as supremeThis superficiesAs if it were of Ledges smitOr mortised with the Laws –